I got home yesterday, curled up in my recliner, and checked my email. As usual I got a little sleepy, pulled my throw over me and took a short nap. So when I got up to go cook dinner (yes, I cook occasionally), I felt cold getting out from under the throw.
And that’s when I said the dumbest (or smartest) thing I said all evening – should you ever say to a spanker, “I’m cold.”? Nick immediately set out to rectify the problem. Suddenly certain parts of my body were as toasty warm as I could have wanted. And the best part he only used his hands. Such a great little interlude – I may have to cook more often.